Letra de Borstal

I couldn't have done a better job of falling apart
But that's alright
I fell with the grace of dirt
The trees bent red around me and
I should write the folks more often than I do
But I don't
And like a bottle spun loose on the concrete
I crawl
I spin my bottle down the tracks
It splits in half exactly
I fall down on the pavement
The trees bend down around me
I take the subway back downtown
Collect the papers we drew on
Address the envelope to Mom